Long Yeyue's Fury

At this moment, Ye Xinglan was also glad she had left Shrek.

"Get lost."

Cao Xin said coldly.

Xu Lizhi scrambled to his feet and ran.

He did not even bother hiding his urine-soaked pant leg.

He fled around the street corner in such a miserable state that it seemed as if he only regretted his parents had not given him two more legs.

At this moment...

Zang Xin appeared beside Cao Xin.

He arrived without a sound, as if he had been standing there all along and had only now been noticed.

His gaze paused briefly on Lan Muzi's corpse, then glanced in the direction Xu Lizhi had disappeared before finally settling on Cao Xin.

"Greetings, Sect Master."

Ye Xinglan and the Tang Sect disciple hurriedly bowed.

"Rise."

Zang Xin said gently, raising a hand to indicate that the two need not stand on ceremony before looking at Cao Xin.

"Why did you kill him?"

Cao Xin looked at his second father, his tone frank.

"Couldn't I?"

Zang Xin laughed.

"You could. I was just asking."

"You weren't like this before, kid."

Cao Xin understood.

"I gained some insight."

Zang Xin gave Cao Xin an odd look.

Why did this kid gain insight every day?

Was he really cultivating Mind Cultivation?

Why did it feel as though his cultivation speed was even faster than conventional cultivation?

Other Mind Cultivation practitioners considered it worth celebrating if they achieved even a slight breakthrough after a year or half a year. Yet his precious son was different—every few days, he would "gain insight," and every time he did, his cultivation and strength would rise another level.

At this moment, Zang Xin could only sigh inwardly.

The gap between people was simply too great.

The Tang Sect was wealthy and powerful, and it had quite a few disciples following the path of Mind Cultivation. Yet it was common for their mental states to remain stuck for half a year, a year, or even several years.

But his precious son was different.

His insights came as easily as eating.

It was simply absurd.

He shook his head and did not press the matter further. He merely patted Cao Xin on the shoulder, the gesture carrying an approving Not bad, kid, then turned and headed inside.

At this moment, Cao Xin looked at Ye Xinglan.

"Go back and cultivate."

Ye Xinglan nodded.

Cao Xin stared toward the corner where Xu Lizhi had vanished, a faintly cold glint flashing through his eyes.

Long Yeyue's side...

She would probably receive the news soon.

But it did not matter.

He was no longer the seven-year-old child who had needed to be cautious in everything he did.

Let them come. He could handle them.

Boom!

Long Yeyue smashed the table apart with one palm.

That desk, made from Century Ironwood...

Shattered beneath her hand as though it were papier-mâché.

Wood chips and fragments flew everywhere, knocking all the documents and letters scattered across the desk onto the floor.

At this moment, fury blazed in her eyes.

"Damn it!"

"How dare a mere little brat kill my disciple?!"

"Who does he think he is?!"

"Is it Cao Dezhi?!"

"How dare he show me no respect!"

Her voice was shrill and violent, carrying the humiliation and rage of someone who had been utterly offended.

At this moment, Long Yeyue had not expected Cao Xin to be so ruthless!

Her sole nominal disciple, Lan Muzi, had even died because of it.

That child had only been a nominal disciple.

But he had followed her for many years, always respectful and obedient. He had also managed the Inner Court's affairs in perfect order and was an important piece she had planned to place within the Inner Court in the future.

Now, that piece had been killed in the street without even so much as a warning.

How could she possibly swallow this insult?!

Meanwhile, Xu Lizhi, who had run back to report the matter, was so frightened that he knelt again, not daring to speak.

He knelt on the ground, his body still trembling slightly.

The wet patch on his pant leg had mostly dried during the journey back.

But that dark water stain remained clearly visible.

He kept his head lowered and did not even dare breathe too loudly, afraid Long Yeyue would direct her rage at him.

Because he did not know of Cao Xin's feat of single-handedly killing Cai Yue'er.

This time, seeing Cao Xin cut down Lan Muzi—the senior disciple of Shrek Inner Academy and a dignified Eight-Ring Soul Douluo—with a single sword strike had utterly shocked him and left him reeling.

The impact was like a bolt of lightning striking his understanding, completely shattering his long-held belief that a Soul Master's realm determined their strength.

Then he thought of Ye Xinglan, and resentment flashed through his eyes.

Cao Xin was so strong...

Xinglan definitely would not be with him now.

The reason he had set his sights on Ye Xinglan was not that her talent was exceptionally high.

There were quite a few disciples in Shrek Inner Academy with greater talent than Ye Xinglan.

Any one of them would not be inferior to her.

But Ye Xinglan was the only one who was talented yet had no background—no family to support her, no sect to protect her, clean as a blank sheet of paper.

That was why he wanted to control Ye Xinglan.

As long as he persistently remained by her side and used time to wear down her guard, once she grew accustomed to having him around, she would never be able to leave him.

But Cao Xin had snatched Ye Xinglan away, throwing all his plans into disarray.

Yet when Xu Lizhi thought of Cao Xin, he shrank back, and the resentment in his eyes was swiftly replaced by fear.

He did not even dare hate Cao Xin.

At this moment, Long Yeyue looked at Xu Lizhi beside her, disgust flashing through her eyes as well.

The sight of that round, fat youth kneeling on the ground and trembling made her feel irritated, and the wet stain on his pant leg made her unconsciously furrow her brow.

But she ultimately did not lash out. She merely took a deep breath and barely suppressed some of her surging fury before speaking.

"Let's go."

"I want to ask Yun Ming whether Shrek City belongs to us, Shrek, or to their Tang Sect!"

"This..."

"Sister Yue, could there be some misunderstanding here?"

Yun Ming looked at Long Yeyue with a bitter smile, hoping to make a big matter small and a small matter disappear.

"After all, you know this."

"Little Xin is the captain's and Zang Xin's son."

"For Lan Muzi to treat him like that..."

"Was indeed crossing the line."

"So you mean this old woman failed to teach him proper manners?"

Long Yeyue glared at Yun Ming, her face full of fury.

"Yun Ming! Back then, you promised Tian Juan in person that you would take care of me! I am your teacher's wife!"

"Can you face Tian Juan after treating me like this?!"

Yun Ming immediately felt a headache coming on.

Here it came again.

Whenever he wanted to reason with Long Yeyue, she always dragged his teacher into it.

He did not deny that his teacher had shown him great kindness.

So over the years...

He had always treated Long Yeyue with respect.

Even though Shrek and the Spirit Pagoda had fallen out because of Long Yeyue over the years, he had never uttered a single word of complaint and had silently borne it all himself.

With Long Yeyue's temperament, if he had not supported her, she might have been clubbed from behind one day.

Yet his kindness had been treated like donkey liver and lungs.

Long Yeyue did not appreciate it at all.

"Sister Yue, then what do you want?"

"Kill Cao Xin?"